Title: Clubbing

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A/N: Woo Day 4! This was a hard one to write a story for, I hope I did semi-well.

CLUBBING

Cloud ran his fingers through his hair and bit his bottom lip. Redness colored his cheeks. Granted, he had every right to be embarrassed. Tifa had walked in on a very private moment- and how dare she!

"I'm sorry." She said, stifling her laughter.

Cloud was now getting angry. "Don't laugh at me."

Tifa took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry." She repeated. "I just... never knew you would do this."

"I'm trying to be cool."

Tifa opened her eyes again and could not help herself- she laughed. Loudly. Cloud was standing in the middle of their newly-shared bedroom, wearing tight black pants. But that was not why she was laughing; she had picked out those pants, and they made his bottom look insanely good.

No. What was making Tifa laugh at her partner was the shiny, metallic silver shirt he was wearing.

"You look like a baked potato!"

"Shut up."

Tifa took a deep breath, then continued laughing. "Oh my Gods! I bet you could be seen from space!"

"This is the last time I make an effort."

"No! No, no. You look... good." Tifa tried to save herself, wiping tears from her cheeks. "And I bet there are going to be people with even more hideous outfits at the club."

"Oh hell no. I am not going now." Cloud said, quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

Tifa felt her heart sink. "No! Please, Cloud. I'm sorry." She finshed cleaning her face and walked to the shared closet. "Let's see. I think you have a good shirt in here."

Cloud stayed still, watching as his girlfriend rummaged through the rack. She came out with a light blue shirt; shimmery fabric but not as blinding as the shirt he had picked out for himself.

"Here. Please try this on."

Cloud sighed and took the shirt. He dropped the offensive shirt on the ground, and shrugged the shirt Tifa handed him on. He had to admit, he looked better. The shirt was snug, with a v neck.

"Better." Cloud said, and looked over to his girlfriend. She was clad in a tight fitting red dress, the fabric ending about four inches above her knees. Her long legs ended in high heeled black pumps; Cloud let his eyes roam over her figure all the way up to her face. She was smiling at him with her dark red lips, and Cloud leaned over to give her a quick kiss.

"Thank you." She said, and grabbed his hand.

They had a date to get to.